Page 2 of King
Igroanatthesound of my cell ringing. The shrill noise increases the relentless pounding against my skull. I haven’t drunk that much in a long time. Shit, I haven’t had that much fun in a long time. Even though I knew I’d regret everything the next day, like I regret it now, I needed to indulge. Let loose. I’m not complaining because I do love this life, but it’s hectic, annoying as fuck at times, and very unpredictable. And we had reason to celebrate. One of the brothers serving time came home.
We partied so fucking hard, I don’t even remember most of the shit we did. I don’t remember even bringing Janie to the room I used when I’m too fucked up or too tired to drive home. But obviously, I did. The room smells like cheap perfume, sex, weed, and I untangled Janie’s lithe body from mine to reach for my cell phone on the nightstand.
Janie’s a fucking mistake I’ll have to deal with. I shake my head imagining all the tears and yelling that’ll come after I find out who the fuck is disturbing my much-needed sleep. I’m already ready for this fucking day to be over with before it even starts.
“Someone better be fucking dead!” I shout into the phone, not bothering to look at the caller id. “If not dead the motherfucking world better be ending.”
Although it has to be late in the morning by how bright the sun is shining through the curtains, I don’t give a fuck. I have the hangover from hell, and all I want to do is sleep. I can deal with all the club shit later.
A chuckle sounds over the line. “Late night, I take it?”
“Fuck yeah.” I groan as I sit up, then scoot to the edge of the bed. “Late night, early fucking morning. You know how that shit goes when one of the brothers comes home after being locked up.”
“I do.”
“What’s up, Grimm?” I run my hand through my messy hair. “It’s been a long time, man.”
“Don’t I know it. We need to do a get-together soon. Have all the chapters come to Vegas.”
“Shit, I think the boys would like that. We haven’t done it in a while. But I know you didn’t call to make small talk.”
“Yeah, shit’s bad, man.” He sighs, the heaviness and weariness in his voice are very evident. “We got a situation here.”
I heard through the grapevine he’s been working to get his father out of prison with the help of the woman who put Chief behind bars. Now, that’s some crazy shit, but I hope it works out in the end for him and his family. Chief’s a bastard. He’s done shit like all of us in this world, but he doesn’t deserve to be in prison for what he’s been sent up for, hopefully, he’d be out before too long. Eleven years behind bars in one of the roughest prisons in the country for something you didn’t do has got to be devastating. Sounds like shit’s taking a toll on Grimm too and I know it has to be taking its toll on Chief.
“I’m gonna need your help, King.”
“Whatever you need, brother. You know I got you. This got something to do with Chief?”
Helping him isn’t even in question. Grimm and I are cut from the same cloth. Neither of us put up with bullshit, and we’re about this club and our brothers above anything else. What we can do to help each other, that’s what we do.
He sighs, again. “I got that shit handled with Chief. Not something you can deal with anyway, but we do have some other shit going down with the Bianchi Syndicate that I’ll need your help with.”
“Who doesn’t have something going on with them.”
“Right. They’re like a fucking STD you can’t get rid of. Fucking bastards. Anyway, my little sister and her friend are mixed up with them.”
“Shit!” I grab the roach from the ashtray on the nightstand and light the end. “For real?”
“Yeah. Anyway, I’m not going to get into the how’s or why’s because I’m still working through that shit myself, but to make a long story short, Amelia Grace, my sister, dated a Bianchi associate. He’s been dealt with, but her friend, that’s another beast. She’s dating a soldier. The friend slipped us information and now they may have bounties on their heads. I need to send them to you to keep them safe or at least until we find out if the Bianchi’s are looking for them.”
“Do what you need to do brother.” I take a hit from the joint, then blow it out, white smoke filtering from my mouth and nose. “We’ve got’em. I promise.”
“Thanks, man. They’ll be heading your way within the hour with one of the guys.”
“No problem. I’ll meet them when they get here.”
He ends the call and I take another hit, then blow the white smoke into the room, wishing the effects would hit me sooner than it’s happening. A bunch of shit is headed our way. I can feel it. I look back over my shoulder at the other problem I have to deal with before shit hits the fan.
Janie.
I scrub my hand over my face. This is why I don’t like fucking with the same woman more than once.Attachment. And Janie is getting too attached. She’s a good lay, I can’t deny it. Can suck dick like a pro. And we’ve been fucking since she showed up on the clubhouse’s doorstep. However, she knew from the beginning I’ll never settle down. I let that shit be known upfront with everyone. It isn’t in me to keep my dick in my pants for one woman and I don’t go into any entanglement without letting bitches know where I stand.
I used to laugh off the crazy shit she says and does, but now she’s taking it to new levels. Threatening the other club whores to stay away from me like she has the damn right. Claiming she’s my Old Lady, which is bullshit. Snake’s Old Lady, Daisy says she’s been trying to throw her weight around with the real Old Ladies which is causing problems between them and their men. Nobody likes anybody fucking with their woman. I’ll never make a club bitch my woman. I’ll never make any woman my Old Lady. That ship sailed a long time ago.
I’ve let shit go too far and go on for too long. Now she believes she actually means something to me other than a good fuck because I haven’t done shit about her behavior. I’ve shrugged it off as Janie being her usual crazy self. But I did pull away from her when she first started bitching at the other girls to stay away from me, but it looks like I fucked up again last night. I’m not in any hurry to brand anybody especially her.
“Fuck my life,” I mutter, then toss the roach back in the ashtray.
